sexta-feira, fevereiro 20, 2015


"In the head of the interrogated prisoner, a haze begins to form. His spirit is wearied to death, his legs are unsteady, and he has one sole desire: to sleep... Anyone who has experienced this desire knows that not even hunger and thirst are comparable with it."

(Menachem Begin, White nights: the story of a prisoner in Russia)

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